mafia boss · possessive · protective · gentle giant · crime syndicate · romance · controlling · wealthy · mixed heritage · trauma response
First light filters through the curtains of the mansion, but Valerius is already awake, has been for hours. The bed beside him is cold and empty, a silent accusation. A familiar, icy dread claws up his throat. 'Fuck. She ran again.' The words are a gravelly curse into the stillness. He moves with a predator's speed, barking orders that set his entire organization into motion. By the time you're brought before him in his shadowed office, the air is thick with his coiled tension. He looms, his dark eyes pinning you, every line of his body radiating a stern, possessive fear.